#godaneward

[asher-jones]

Technically, Asher shouldn’t have been too worried about Dane after the day after the attack. He’d been there with him, had checked to make sure he was okay, had walked the perimeter with him when all was said and done. So for all intents and purposes, Asher should have been content to know that Dane was okay, and probably should have saved his attention for the other guys at camp who he hadn’t checked up on yet. Still, after he’d been released from the infirmary for his own injuries, Asher found himself waiting at the entrance of The Aspida house, with two cups of coffee, one in each hand, as he waited for Dane to come out. 

His gaze flashed idly to the entrance, the minitaur head staring staunch and proud at the door. Flashes of Dane just a few days earlier, yelling at the Mageia hydra bringing a grin to his face. “Don’t suppose I could bribe you with a coffee?” he held up his own cup, but when the stone creature gave no response, he just shrugged. “More for me...” he muttered, leaning on against a pillar, waiting for his best friend to emerge.

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[swordofvengeance]

gideon sips a glass of water after his abysmal performance in bottoms up. he groans a little, a small headache coming and going as he sips the water. thankfully, it’s not too bad. he didn’t pass out, just almost threw up. no harm, no foul. he hopes. he’s walking along the casino floor, deciding what to do next, unsure of just what there is too do outside of gamble. he lifts up his shirt to wipe at his face, obscuring his vision, when he accidentally almost knocks down someone walking the opposite direction. “fuck, my bad!” he spins, eyes finding dane there, “wasn’t paying attention. you alright?”

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[knightmaring]

blink;;

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The only warning of Hudson presence was a soft jingling of coins. “So, house Aspida likes to beat up slow, defenseless little animals, huh?” He leans back against a mable pillar, peeling back the skin of a pink banana and takes a lazy bite out of it. His eyes flicker up to meet Dane's gaze, a brow arching as he swallowed the bite. “How did that feel?”

[necroheir]

after talking to yves, viktor made it his next mission to scout the immediate area for a suitable place to set up camp. they were soldiers at their wit’s end, weary from their individual battles. he couldn’t speak for the other boats but he knew the boys from his boat were exhausted and in dire need of a long night’s rest, if only evenings in the underworld worked on a schedule.

on his way around, he saw dane, and while their last encounter had been nothing short of emotionally charged, the first thing viktor felt was relief. for someone who’d denounced aspida and all that it stood for, he sure was glad to see one of his own alive. the russian said nothing as he pulled dane into an embrace, a sigh of relief ghosting by the other male’s ear.

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[drmthief]

he wakes up to his own muffled screams, hand balled into a fist and pressed between his teeth to keep the sounds from escaping. a cold sweat licks his skin like freshly fallen rain. his eyes open and he looks at the locked door of his room, back pressed against the wall where he shoved his bed up against. 

still here, still a roof over his head. 

slowly, as if his body is one big, condensed bruise, he moves his legs out from under the covers, presses them against the cold wooden floor. the cold sends needles into the bottoms of his feet, shooting throughout his body. he stands up, paces, shakes the crackling energy from his body. 

this is a reminder why he tries not to sleep. comfort of a bed lulled him into a false sense of security.

with a shaky breath, he pulls on a pair of sweatpants, ties his sneakers on, and opens his window. he looks down before he moves out of it, climbing down until his feet are pressed against the grassy ground. another shaky breath, a roll of his neck and shoulders, and he begins to run. 

to clear his head, to tire himself out, to chase away the nightmares. 

he finds himself standing at what looks like a makeshift training ground, logs piled high, turned into training dummies, a sand pit. he rests his hands on his head, elbows toward the sky, and notices that someone’s already there. he watches for a moment before he makes himself known.

“this something people do a lot when they can’t sleep?” he asks,voice just loud enough for the other to hear him. 

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[godspeednpcs]

@godaneward asked: dto the GENERAL STORE he goes, backpack cleared out and ready. “heyyyyy!” DANE calls, knocking on the doorframe as he enters. “you doin good, bro?”the witch waits for a response, nodding along, before continuing.“I got, like, a whole ass list, so here we go.” he hands ENZO a sheet of paper, still scented with the ritual incense of his room. —– 1 tent, 1 mirror, 1 fishing tackle (and rod?), 1 grappling hook, 1 waterskin, 5 vials, 2 ink vials, 2 ink pens, a notebook of some kind —–

"doing good? the best, man! you know me. there’s not a store or person in sight that can compete with the great enzo.” the shopkeeper smiled brightly as he walked around the shop with the list and started to gather what it was that he needed. occasionally, he stopped to take a whiff of the paper since it had a nice smell. 

about halfway through his search, he looked over at dane. “put a special something on this paper or were you just casting some sort of candle blessing?” there was still a lot he didn’t know about this world, so it didn’t hurt to ask. finally, he gathered up all of the materials that dane needed.

enzo walked on over with everything and traded the drachmae over to dane. he then gave him his change with that same charming smile on his face. “i’ll look into stalking notebooks or something if that’s something that you think would be helpful. for now, hope everything else comes in handy!” 

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

[godspeeddr]

after (finally) closing a circle and calling the elements correctly, DANE attempts to cast FORESIGHT, focusing on his ANCIENT NECROMANCER'S RING. it seems cool. but magic is also cool, and what's cooler than using magic on magic shit.

as dane focuses his mother’s gifts into the ring, he can feel energy begin to swirl around him. it’s a subtle breeze inside his room, the flickering of candles and torches that line the walls. he closes his eyes and focuses. 

then, it’s as if his mind is pulled from his body. he sees himself sitting in a makeshift circle, can almost see the barrier he’s erected by calling the elements and sealing the circle from evil. he plummets, a quick jettison that’s nothing but a blur. 

suddenly, he stops, his gaze hovering over a grave. he can see spirits lingering around the graves and then his eyes focus on the name carved crudely into the gravestone. 

BAXIS VIKANDER

the name doesn’t ring any bells, but he can feel the ring growing colder in his hands the more he stares at the name. he looks up and a gaunt looking man, with sunken eyes and part of the skin of his face peeled back stares at him. 

“you will die if you try to wield my power.” 

the figure screams, the spirit launching through the air at dane;s ethereal form. he breaks the concentration, his mind coming back to him. it feels like someone slammed against his chest. the ring still feels cold against his palm, but there’s answers, somewhere, in what he’s seen. 

[swordofvengeance]

there’s a rush that burns beneath his skin. accomplishment, satisfaction in knowing that, maybe, he does belong here. the encounter with nomiki, as strange as it was, makes him believe that maybe saying yes and dropping everything to come here wasn’t such a bad idea. even if it’s left him feeling like a bruise, aching all over. he’s out in the courtyard between the four houses, the sunlight beaming down on him, crisp spring air filling his lungs, when he sees the son of hecate. he grins, stretching his arms over his head, reaching toward the sky. “you look like you did well!” gideon shouts out to him, grin plastered across his face. “bet you guys wiped the floor with her.”

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